Chapter 49: The speechless little witch

Gao Leng only felt that his anger was going up, and he wished to rectify the witch on the spot.
"Want to rectify me on the spot? What should she do? Or, I'll knock her out first." The little witch felt the cold anger, and came over in a lazy voice with teasing.
"Try moving her!" Gao Leng's face sank, and his hands protected Mu Xiao Leng subconsciously.
Xiao Leng naturally couldn't hear their conversation that only existed in consciousness, only when Gao Leng loved him a little bit more, closed his eyes and lay docilely motionless.
"Yeah, this will protect you, your human love is really brain-dead, I really don't understand, whether another person is dead or alive? What matters to you? Human beings are really too stupid." The little witch is very cold. Hu Xiaozi seemed to be very dismissive, "Don't bother, as long as you don't cross the boundary, save enough for me to eat, whatever else is yours."
The sound disappeared silently, just as it came silently.
Gao Lengqing breathed a sigh of relief. If this little witch really started to attack Xiao Leng, he would definitely be unstoppable. The disparity between her strength was too great, and she was currently unable to compete.
However, you can't be powerless forever.
Gao Leng looked at Mu Xiao Leng shyly and obediently around him, gritted his teeth, can't want the woman he likes, but also depends on the faces of others.
Not forever unable to compete, absolutely! This little witch was taken down by herself sooner or later, Gao Leng clenched her fist fiercely, her eyes were extremely cold, sooner or later!
There was a hint of bitterness and self-confidence flashing on his face, but for some reason, he could not help but throb at the thought of the little witch galloping on him.
Both of them can read each other’s thoughts, and the physical coordination is very tacit, plus this little witch is called a relaxed, I have never seen a woman who is so relaxed at first tasting of personnel, the kind of relaxed , Extremely natural, without the slightest pretentiousness, just pure enjoyment.
This feeling is rarely encountered.
It should be almost never encountered.
At the thought of that scene, Gao Leng didn't seem to hate the little witch, but as soon as he saw such a beautiful Mu Xiaocooling, he had nothing to eat, and he was so angry.
The so-called entanglement is this situation.
Xiao Leng saw that Gao Leng's face seemed a little strange, thinking that he had done something wrong, and quickly got out of the quilt, lying in his arms obediently, motionless.
Gao Leng hugged her and did not speak. He just put her hand under her abdomen and said softly: "If you are curious, just let it go and sleep."
Mu Xiaoleng closed his eyes obediently and fell asleep after a while.
When she was asleep, Gao Leng got up and sat down in front of her notebook. There will be a blockbuster tomorrow, and she has to rush the manuscript. The little witch wants 500,000 yuan, which is still 300,000 yuan short. This is not a sloppy thing. She has to walk step by step, and she has to eat one bite at a time.
Where is the money for not working?
Gao Leng imported the filmed video into the computer and read it carefully. After the meeting, when he saw the fat man's email, he had already edited the video dialogue.
At least, I have to write three big reports. Gao Leng looked at the time and estimated that he would have to work until five o'clock before going to bed. The earliest plane at six would only lie down for a while this night.
As a reporter, looking at the glamorous, uncrowned king, he is actually very tired, and lack of sleep is common. Usually the latest news is published in the morning, and interviews are required during the day, so most of the articles are written at night.
Tired is affirmative. Mental work adds physical strength. My colleagues often laugh at themselves. Reporters are migrant workers carrying cameras and cameras.
What's more, Gao Leng is a reporter in the entertainment investigation team, a paparazzi, and he has a bad reputation.
In the middle of the night, Gao Leng was a little tired after he finally finished writing. He climbed onto the bed and just lay down. Mu Xiao Leng turned and leaned over, his mouth begging a few times, as if he was eating something in his dream, Gao Leng gave her Pulling it into his arms, he couldn't help but stretched into his clothes and squeezed it twice.
Possession is addictive, he thought, in the end, he just kept his hands there and didn't leave, just fell asleep like this.
Early in the morning, the sun shines through the curtains, looking at Mu Xiaolian in her arms, her skin is so delicate that she seems to be light, the corners of her mouth are slightly raised, a little fat, long eyelashes cast a nice shadow.
Her body curled in his arms was fragrant and sweet, with a familiar taste, which was Mu Xiao Leng's taste, which made people peaceful. Although Gao Leng didn't go to bed until after four o'clock, he didn't know why, it seemed that he slept for a century and he was very comfortable.
Gao Leng gave her a sense of security, but she gave her a sense of belonging.
In addition to making money, his life seems to have a lot more in addition to getting ahead.
Such as beauty, such as happiness, such as new goals.
In this way, no matter how hard it is, it is not hard work, and it becomes happiness, a kind of happiness that works hard for the happiness of others.
This is what Gao Leng lacks most at this moment. He has relatives in this world.
Gao Leng couldn't help but lowered his head and sucked in her small mouth gently, for fear of disturbing her clear dream. She subconsciously pouted her mouth to cater to it, then twisted her waist and fell asleep again.
If I molested her at Xiao Yun's press conference that day, it was because he wanted others to be jealous of him and satisfy his vanity; if I wanted her impulsively yesterday, it was because of the man's original impulse and possessiveness.
At this moment, Gao Leng's heart was soft and messed up, just wanting to hold her like this forever, without interference from other distracting thoughts.
Just purely want to be together.
He looked at Xiao Leng, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
"Um..." Mu Xiaolen slowly opened his eyes, let out a faint voice, and narrowed his eyes.
I used to think that Mu Xiaolen’s eyes are very beautiful, but when I look up close, I find that her eyes are as big as those of a baby. The eyes are so dark that there are no distracting thoughts. How pure the heart is to have such pure eyes. .
Seeing Gao Leng looking at her, Xiao Leng closed his eyes and buried his head in his arms, digging up his and digging into him.
The soft body is close to his body, the thin cotton skirt feels wonderful, and the long legs are sleekly hooked to the cold legs, soft and feminine.
Gao Leng's heart surged with love, and she rolled over and pressed her under him. Lowered her head, covered her lips, sucked her tongue and tasted it.
Xiao Leng catered awkwardly, without rules.
Gao Leng suddenly remembered that she stared at her curiously several times, thinking of something, stopped, and pinched her little nose: "Yesterday you didn't say you were willing to give yourself to me, just talk big, what do you know? Do you give yourself to me?"
Mu Xiaolian tilted her head, her eyes flickered: "Hug and sleep together." However, suspicious flashes flashed in her eyes, and she frowned slightly: "But hug together, how can you give birth to a little monkey?"
Gao Leng couldn't help laughing, leaning over her ear, and her voice teasingly told her this physiological knowledge: "Go in, and then..."
After talking in this way, Mu Xiaolen's face became redder and red, and his body became soft. He bit his lips tightly, and put his little hand on Gao Leng's chest at a loss.
"Afraid?"
Mu Xiaolen nodded.
"Then give yourself to me?"
"Yes." Her answer was categorical, without hesitation.
"I was yours."
Gao Leng was moved for a while, leaned down and kissed her. It was difficult to understand...
"I said, I don't allow it if I'm not fed..." The little witch's voice appeared at the right time.
"To shut up!"
The little witch's voice was full of anger. Before she finished her words, she was roughly interrupted by her high-cold thoughts. She didn't come early or late. It happened at this time, what's the matter!
After a few seconds, the little witch seemed to be frightened.
"Then you have to feed me first." The little witch's voice softened, as if full of grievances, a muttered voice came: "Can you feed me first and then feed her?"